Thursday, November 26, 2015

Six
full length novels that challenge conventional Perceptions Of Love.

Title:
Perceptions Of Love Boxed Set

Authors:

Angela
Castle

Tamsin
Baker

J.
L. Addicoat

C.
L. Kraemer

Maggie
Mundy

Christine
Young

World
Change

Maggie
Mundy

Clare gets transported from present day Florence to an alternate world,
one that looks like fourteenth century Italy. The only way back is through a
portal half a world away, plus the local High priestess wants her dead, and the
only one she can trust is a vampire called Trevi. He is the only one who exits
in this world, and she knows more about what he is than he does. He is hard to
resist, especially when he saves her life. Trevi can take her home but he is
keeping one big secret. She will have to be like him to survive the journey
through the portal back to her world making a myth a reality.

AN
EXCERPT

Oh
my God, her head hurt. That would teach her to drink so much. Clare squinted as
she tried to open her eyes. Tina had better be suffering as much or there was
no justice. That had been one weird dream. She couldn't remember coming back to
the hotel, plus her mouth tasted like the bottom of a birdcage. Not that she
had ever tried licking one, but was pretty sure this was what it was like. Her
hand hit thin air as she reached beside the bed for her water bottle. There was
a bedside table with a glass on it. There was no hotel room, or sister in the
other bed either; there was no other bed. She tried to sit up but her head
thumped and she decided for now it was better to lie back down.

This
place looked old, very old. The walls were white washed stone and the windows
at the far end of the room had wooden shutters. They hardly let in enough
sunlight to illuminate the room. The bed was a four-poster, with curtains
around it that were pulled back. The other side of the room comprised a
fireplace and a chair beside which were stacked books. The books, like
everything else, appeared exceedingly old. They were leather-bound, not a
modern looking cover amongst them.

This
couldn't be happening. It had been a dream. She had been drunk. It had to be.
Clare closed her eyes, hoping when she reopened them she would be awake and
back in Florence. It didn't work. The panic was returning as her pulse sped up.
The door opened and a man walked in with a tray. She didn't recognize him. Was
he room service? He wore old-fashioned clothes and was followed by someone
else. This man she knew. He was called Trevi and had taken her flying through
the air and into the woods. What the hell was going on? Where was the hotel and
Tina? She wanted to see her, not this. Clare pulled up the bed cover and
clutched it in her hands as she pushed her body back into the pillow.

Storm
Clouds

Tamsin
Baker

Naylaa is United to her beautiful unicorn Bronte. She knows the legends
and is waiting for the United pair that will complete their life.When Gorvan arrives with Seinna, his United,
Naylaa knows instantly Gorvan is her soul mate. But Gorvan is stubborn and
scared. He wants to keep moving from town to town and doesn’t believe Naylaa
about their need for one another. Naylaa must make him see it...before greed
and stubbornness tears them and their beloved unicorns apart forever.

AN
EXCERPT

A
laugh bubbled out of her as Bronte galloped through the forest. Naylaa loved
the feeling of his powerful body between her legs. The power, the speed and
pure exhilaration that came with riding an animal such as Bronte.

“You
are incredible my friend. It has been too long since we have run like this.”

I know Naylaa.

Bronte’s
home was just ahead of them, hidden amongst the rocks and trees. Beneath her
hands, Naylaa felt Bronte’s skin prickle.

“What
is it Bronte?”

I can smell something, foreign and
delicious.

The
tingle of excitement and arousal that ran through him made Naylaa shudder. She
had never felt that particular current within Bronte before and in turn felt
her own body soften.

I need to go.

He
turned without her direction and began to run. She let Bronte have his head.

“I
trust you, Bronte. Take me to it.”

Tiger
Mine

Angela
Castle

Licking
her wounds after ending a six-year marriage to a serial cheating husband, Julia
has run away to her grandfather's house high in the Australian Mountains,
hoping to fix the old neglected building up while she contemplates her future,
only to discover a huge white Siberian tiger on her door step. Tiger shifter
Mohan has escaped, jumped ship and is in hiding from the hunter who has ripped
him from his world and murdered those he loved, when a curvy Aussie woman turns
up at the old house he’s managed to shelter in these past weeks. He offers his
services as a builder by day, returning to her by night as a tiger. Despite the
strong attraction he has trouble fighting, what he discovers in Julia is a new
kind of warmth and kindness he is in desperate need of.

AN
EXCERPT

Desperation was becoming a prevalent
emotion in Mohan's life. With each passing moment, he slipped deeper into the
unwanted state.

His food supply was limited, and he
grew weaker with each passing week. Soon, he would be forced into the situation
of journeying back into the human populace. It was dangerous for a creature in
his situation.

As long as he remained in animal form,
he had a chance of surviving. Yet, with each necessary shift to his human side,
he grew weaker. His body ached with a gnawing hunger. Even in the warm climate
of this new land, he was cold.

Mohan had been fortunate to find
shelter; an old, abandoned farmhouse. It had several rooms and would have once
been a comfortable home. Someone had left it to the ravages of time and was in
need of much repair.

He would restore it if he had the
resources. For now, it was a roof over his head and kept out the chill of the
cold mountain nights. Still, even with a full blaze in the solid stone fireplace,
it only partially kept the chill from his bones.

He had nothing with which to trade,
nothing to barter, and he had limited English. All he would need to do was open
his mouth to speak, and they would know he was not of this land. The clothes on
his back he had taken from a pile discarded next to a large bin on a seaside
street, near where he had come ashore. By day he had walked over many fertile,
abundant fields through strange forests. As darkness fell, he had shifted and
used the strength of his animal form. He hunted rabbits to help him continue
on. As he moved further away from people and higher into the mountains, the
safer he began to feel.

Stumbling across the farmhouse had
been an answer to an unspoken prayer. He had collapsed in the old building,
staying still until his exhaustion had faded.

Spirit
of Love

J.
L Addicoat

Old buildings have an eerie haunting feeling,
and the 17th Century Manor house in the Cornish countryside Julia
intends to restore, is no exception. Originally her dead husband’s dream, she
feels it’s up to her to complete it in his memory. When she arrives, she
realizes it’ll take more than a quick clean to put the dilapidated old Manor to
rights.

While exploring the house, she feels as
someone, or something, is watching her. Darting shadows and movements, seen
from the corner of her eyes, seem to confirm sinister happenings at the Manor
in the past. The discovery of an old diary hidden in a chest of drawers and the
story it tells, lead Julia in a different direction than she originally thought
she would be taking.

AN EXCERPT

A sense of foreboding settled in Julia's stomach as she
quickly returned to the car. She didn't know what it was about the manor, but
each time she visited, the hair stood up on the back of her neck. It felt as if
something or someone was watching her.

Starting the car's engine, she drove slowly down the
weedy, rutted path, the car bouncing as its wheels sank into the potholes.
Julia cringed at the jolts and scraping sounds coming from underneath the
vehicle. "I should never have sold the Landcruiser. What was I thinking,
bringing the Jag?" She knew what she had been thinking. She was the Mistress
of the Manor now, and wanted to show off.

As she bumped along through the avenue of trees, the
manor revealed itself. Grey stone blocks of the façade gave a haunting welcome.
Julia swallowed a lump in her throat and tears pricked her eyes. It wasn't
right. Richard should have been here with her. He'd wanted to restore the old
mansion for a while. This was his dream house.

Instead, it had become his burial place.

She'd promised, while she knelt at his graveside, to
restore the old manor in his memory. That had been two years ago. The memories
of the time still haunted her. Grief and loneliness had held her back.
Mentally, she felt stronger now, and able to accept having to carry on alone.
"Get a grip on yourself Julia. It's an old house. It's bound to have a few
creaks and groans."

Parking the Jag next to the front door, she unpacked,
placing the bags in front of the massive wooden doors. The leering gargoyle
face on the door knocker sent a shiver through her. Placing a hand over its
face so she wouldn't have to look at it, Julia turned the door key in the lock
and pushed the door open.

Dragons
Among Us

Christie
L. Kraemer

In
a world full of anomalies such as the platypus and self reproducing Komodo
dragon, is the human race willing to accept that dragons may be real? Sapien
Draconi-human-dragon shape shifters-all over the world face this dilemma every
day. The question has become life and death as their species is plagued with
unexpected and unwanted shifting in the most unlikely of places. The Ancient
Ones-full-blooded dragons-can offer advice, but few seem to put forward
workable solutions to the problem. The fate of the shape shifters hangs in the
balance, and an answer must be found before the Homo sapiens find, dissect, and
hunt Sapien Draconi to extinction.

AN
EXCERPT

Aleda
crawled from her sleeping bag and, individually, stretched her muscles. She’d
always enjoyed camping. It was the only time she slept well. Something about
the unpolluted air, the nights sounds of nature and knowing there were no other
people about produced a sleeping potion no doctor could recreate. She dressed
warmly against the morning chill and meandered to the stream to get water for
coffee and cooking. Not having done much the day before, her ravenous hunger
puzzled her.

“Must
be the good mountain air.” She made coffee, scrambled eggs, and toasted bread
with a slender wire camp toaster, which she held over the fire. As she sat in
her chair enjoying the taste of food and quiet of the surrounding woods, hair
on the back of her neck began to stand on end and her skin tingled. She shook
off the feeling and poured another cup of coffee. The sensation of eyes
observing her movements overpowered her senses and her amulet began humming,
the sound increasing in volume with each passing minute.

“Enough!”
Aleda tossed her plastic plate to the table with a clatter, stomped to her tent
and retrieved a heavy coat. “I’ll nip this foolishness in the bud, right now!”

She
hesitated as she started to storm from the camp. Camera. Quickly returning to her tent, she stomped away from her
personal sanctuary, Nikon in hand, stomach complaining. Half a dozen paces from
the camp, after wreaking a rushing flurry of birds into flight, Aleda realized,
if she was to find out what was inducing her amulet to hum and her hair to stand
on end, she would need to slow her pace—think before she stumbled into trouble.
She proceeded into the stand of trees serving as the backdrop for her camp.
Sauntering to nearest the evergreen, she placed her hand on the bark and felt a
buzzing sensation tickle her palm. Aleda stumbled backward, dumbfounded by the
commotion stirring within her. Logic and reason said she shouldn’t be sensing anything by touching the tree.

“This
whole trip is turning out to be totally illogical.”

Sweet
Sexy Sadie

Christine
Young

From the first
time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains,
theirs was a potent attraction—not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and
all-consuming. The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man
could wrench from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d
challenge this alpha male with all the strength she possessed. But her red
hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody...and he knew he
had to find a way to show her he was more than he appeared and convince her to
make a life with him.

AN EXCERPT

Sadie
didn't know what to make of Brody. Exceptionally handsome and charismatic, he'd
made her smile the first time she saw him sauntering down the road toward her.
Good lord, but he looked as if he owned the world. Tall, tanned from the sun,
amber-green eyes that sparkled as if he saw some light humor in everything. He
was wiry and sleek; a quickness about him surprised her. His blue-black hair
was tied back with a leather thong, his chin angular.

Perhaps
he did own this part of the Sierra Madres. His family seemed to own most of
this town.

Her
research had brought her to this place, Cactus Junction. Now the prospect of
getting to know an interesting man would be an added perk. In the bathroom she
slipped out of her clothes and into a tepid shower. A few minutes later she
emerged squeaky clean and ready for the next part of her adventure.

Unpacking
her clothes and taking out her laptop, she opened it. What do explosive experts do?Hmmm....

Why, they blow up things. What would
he blow up around here?

Lord
but that sounded crazy to her. Before typing in the necessary info to pull
something up on Google, she leaned back, relaxing into her chair. The wallpaper
was outdated, and the old fan complimented the air conditioning. She realized
she liked the atmosphere.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Out nowMy second book in the Midworlder Trilogy is out now. This book takes place in the UK and Jamaica. Next year Book three Lost Protector will be out which takes place in Australia.

Blurb Scarred Protector

Angels and demons are
not what you think. They are aliens, and the Midworlders are their
representatives on Earth. An Angelic Midworlder called Heath goes to the aid of
Evie who is about to be attacked by Demonics. He soon discovers she can see the
angels and demons around her and is in grave danger. He is captivated by Evie
who has physical and mental scars like him. They are tortured souls who are
deeply connected by his past. There is an evil lurking inside Evie that could
kill them both.

Two things have helped Nicole cope since the murder of her husband a
year ago. One is running her detective agency, and the other is her guardian
angel, Mira. When Mira is killed by a demon, Nicole accepts the help of a
Ridge.He is a long haired, cigar smoking diamond in the rough with wings.
Things go from bad to worse when a replacement guardian cannot be found. She
has to trust Ridge, which is tricky when she realizes there are no demons or
angels, just parasitic aliens that humans have built the myths of these
celestial beings around. Ridge isn’t an angel or a devil, but an alien half
breed known as a Midworlder.

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About Maggie

Maggie is a writer of paranormal and contemporary romance. She lives in Adelaide, Australia and is a member of Romance Writers of Australia, and the local chapter SARA(South Australian Romance Authors). She hasa Bachelor of Arts in Drama, English and Creative Writing atFlinders University. She had a short story published in theRWA Topaz Anthology Little Gems in 2010 called Sea andVines. She has six books out with Rogue Phoenix Press. She also has four paranormal romances with Soul Mate Publishing. She is also published in contemporary romance with Evernight Publishing.

She has also performed for many years in corporateentertainment for which she wrote her own sketches, whichprobably explains why her head is so full of characters. Sheloves writing romance but thinks falling in love can be scary,especially in her stories where creatures of the night really exist.